Her sentiments towards him were compounded of all that was respectful, grateful, confiding, and tender.

"I could so wholly and absolutely confide in her," said he; "and that is what I want."

Henry, who is in every other respect exactly what a brother should be, who loves me, consults me, confides in me, and will talk to me by the hour together, has never yet turned the page in a letter; and very often it is nothing more than—’Dear Mary, I am just arrived.

You all give me a feeling of being able to trust and confide in you, which in common intercourse one knows nothing of.